John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
You know I met you,
Kist you, and prest you close within my arms,
With all the read more
You know I met you,
Kist you, and prest you close within my arms,
With all the tenderness of wifely love.
At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.
At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.
Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors.
Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
There's a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
There's a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
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Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for read more
This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for the benefit of the
doctor--Stavo bene (was written on his monument) ma per star
meglio, sto qui.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain:
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he read more
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain:
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
